After hearing the terms "Free Beer and Hot Wings" ones eyes tend to glaze over and mouth starts to drool (not a pretty sight - but journalistic integrity compels me to inform). However, delving into the details a bit, I've learned that the beer and hot wings aren't actually free, but instead much like yesterday's posting about the band Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, in this case, the moniker of "Free Beer and Hot Wings" is actually the name of a morning radio show which is syndicated across fifteen states.
The morning show and one of the stations that its syndicated at, WGRD in Grand Rapids, Michigan are hosting the inaugural "Wingstock" (not Woodjock), on June 12th at Fifth Third Ballpark. The event will feature live music from four bands, with the highlight of the show coming from 12 time Grammy nominated hip-hop rapper, producer and actor; Snoop Dogg. Appearing also will be the heavy meal Southern rock band Jackyl, and the local favorite artists of Pop Evil and Richy Nix.
The event will of course have a wide assortment of spicy wings in their "Wing Alley", which will offer a variety of outside vendors presenting their own unique wing flavors and tastings.
The Details: Wingstock 2010, June 12th, Fifth Third Ballpark, gates open at 4pm, tickets are $25/$35/$45 and can be purchased online at www.whitecapsbaseball.com, by calling the Whitecaps ticket office at 616-784-4131 or at the Fifth Third Ballpark Box Office.
Today's Baseball Song of the Day: 3/23/2010: G Funk (intro)
Artist: Snoop Dogg feat. Dr. Dre, George Clinton and Lady of Rage
Album: Doggystyle
Released: 1993
Yeah....
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg,so get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof! *echoes*
Verse One: Rage
I'm sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin don't try to play large
this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!
Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E
Outro:
Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home
Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?
The event will of course have a wide assortment of spicy wings in their "Wing Alley", which will offer a variety of outside vendors presenting their own unique wing flavors and tastings.
The Details: Wingstock 2010, June 12th, Fifth Third Ballpark, gates open at 4pm, tickets are $25/$35/$45 and can be purchased online at www.whitecapsbaseball.com, by calling the Whitecaps ticket office at 616-784-4131 or at the Fifth Third Ballpark Box Office.
Today's Baseball Song of the Day: 3/23/2010: G Funk (intro)
Artist: Snoop Dogg feat. Dr. Dre, George Clinton and Lady of Rage
Album: Doggystyle
Released: 1993
Yeah....
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg,so get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof! *echoes*
Verse One: Rage
I'm sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin don't try to play large
this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!
Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E
Outro:
Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home
Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?
1 comment:
I have to admit, I don't care for Snoop Dogg and these lyrics don't help. Nonetheless, I am excited about wingstock. I love pop evil! and wings!
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